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September 1941

John woke with a low-grade headache, a sour taste in his mouth, and a sore feeling under his tail. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the gray, furry armpit of a wolf. John's head was pillowed on the canine's bicep. Every breath filled the mouse's nostrils with the scent of sweat and a lingering aroma of musk.

The party lasted long into the night. John vaguely recalled staggering back to the dormitory with Archie, his Resident Advisor. Archie was in his junior year at LMU and as the dorm's RA, he enjoyed the privilege of living in a single occupancy room on the top floor of their 5-story building. The wolf had personally invited John to the party. The amount of beer and liquor available took the young freshman completely by surprise. John started out slowly, but as the night wore on and the beer continued to flow, the mouse loosened up. He couldn't match the intake of the larger male, but he literally gave it the 'old college try'.

It was going on three in the morning when the pair stumbled through the front door of their building and into the elevator. As the doors of the car closed, Archie pulled John to him and gave the younger male a passionate kiss on the muzzle. John was taken completely off guard. He'd never been kissed like that by anybody, male or female. The mouse instinctively relaxed his jaw and felt Archie's long tongue slip into his mouth.

The elevator doors opened. John stepped out and turned left out of habit toward his own room. He immediately felt the larger male take his paw and steer him in the opposite direction. John didn't resist as Archie led him to the end of the hall. The wolf fumbled briefly with his key. The door finally yielded, admitting the two males. Once inside, Archie initiated another kiss as the door swung closed. John's head spun. Things got hazy after that.

John rubbed the grit from the corners of his eyes. The big canine in the bed with him was snoring loudly. It dawned on the mouse that neither of them were wearing clothes. John felt the need to use the bathroom, but it wasn't urgent enough yet to risk waking up his RA. He scratched at his crotch and realized that the fur between his legs was matted with dried semen. Bits of memories from the night before began to surface in John's consciousness.

As Archie continued to explore John's mouth with his tongue, the canine fell back onto the bed, pulling the young freshman down on top of him. They rolled over. The older male, now on top, began tugging at his companion's clothing. Shirt undone, the wolf voraciously licked and sucked at John's nipples while clumsily undoing the smaller male's belt. John's penis sprang free and Archie turned his full attention to that rapidly hardening tool.

Had he been sober, John would probably have reached an orgasm almost instantly. The wolf was damned good with his tongue. But the alcohol dulled the mouse's senses just enough to make his first-ever blowjob last for a while. John finally did cum, clutching at the mop of fur on top of Archie's head while gasping out high-pitched 'ah-ah' sounds. The big canine looked at the rodent lying beneath him and licked his chops.

John peered up into the face of the sleeping wolf. The tip of Archie's tongue protruded slightly from between his lips. The canine's whiskers twitched and his feet followed suit. John risked snuggling a little deeper into the fur of the older male's torso and tentatively laid a paw on Archie's chest. The twitching feet stopped, but Archie showed no other sign of waking. The wolf let out a deep breath. Even though his own sense of smell couldn't compare to that of the canine, John could pick out the distinct aromas of beer, semen, and…

John lay on his back in Archie's bed. He didn't resist as the RA rolled him onto his belly and pulled upward on his tail. The mouse's body shuddered reflexively as the wolf's tongue made contact with his tail hole. “My God," John thought, “canines really will lick anything!" The freshman wasn't complaining though. He never imagined that a tongue bath like this could feel so incredible. He spread his legs wider, giving Archie full access to his body.

The mouse's backside was dripping with canine saliva. He could feel the wetness running down the back of his balls as the wolf continued lapping with his long tongue. John wiggled and let out involuntary squeals of pleasure. The licking came to an end and John felt the bed shake as Archie stood for a moment. From where he lay, the mouse could see the Resident Advisor removing his clothes. The canine's cock was fully unsheathed. It looked huge to the small male lying in the bed. Archie climbed back onto the mattress and positioned himself between the rodent's legs. John once again felt his tail being tugged upward.

Archie's eyes fluttered open and looked down at the gray mouse snuggled up against his body. “Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed. “What did we do last night?"

John felt a pang of disappointment. This wasn't how he expected their conversation to begin. “You don't remember?" he asked.

“No. Well, yeah." The wolf sniffed the air. “Even if I didn't, I guess it's pretty obvious."

“Yeah, it doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure it out." John rubbed the canine's belly. He had an urge to reach down lower, but wasn't certain yet how Archie might feel about it.

“Look, Eisenberg. I'm really sorry." Archie was deeply apologetic.

“Don't be," said the mouse. “I, uh, don't remember everything we did either. But the parts that I do remember, I enjoyed. A lot."

“Phew!" breathed the wolf. “You've done this before, then."

“Never."

“Oh, FUCK!"

“No, no! It's okay. I've always wanted to do this," John confessed. “For as long as I can remember, I've liked males. I figured it would happen one day. I hoped it would anyway. I just never would have guessed that it would be with you."

“Yeah, about that," said Archie. “You cannot tell anybody about this. About me."

“I won't."

“Do you swear?" asked the wolf.

“I swear I won't say a word." John said with as much assurance as he could muster.

“All right then," said Archie. “Look, you probably should go now."

“Oh, uh, okay." The disappointment in the mouse's voice was apparent. John rolled out of the bed and began dressing.

“Hey, Eisenberg?"

“Yeah?"

“Come back tonight for a study break, okay?" Archie gave the young freshman a warm smile.

John smiled happily in return. “Okay. I'll see you tonight." He opened the RA's door and peeked out cautiously. The coast was clear. After shutting the door quietly behind himself, the mouse scampered down the hall to his own room.